“Nila lay there with the moonlight cascading through her open window casting ominous shadows about the room. The tendrils of those shadows reached out from the dark and tugged at her aching heart.” — Ronda L. Caudill Copy Share Image
“Nila lay there with the moonlight cascading through her open window casting ominous shadows about the room. The tendrils of those shadows reached out… — Ronda L. Caudill Copy Share Image
“A morbid sense of curiosity can lead to remarkable discoveries in the wee hours of still dark nights.” — Ronda L. Caudill Copy Share Image
“The teardrops caught the reflection of of my oil lamp and showed every color in the spectrum.” — Ronda L. Caudill Copy Share Image
“As I gazed upon the window, bead of rain began to look like streams of tears.” — Ronda L. Caudill Copy Share Image
